La Crèche des hommes

Mohamed holds the wall in the suburb For almost thirty years he has been there always in the same entrance to a building with the same friends Its boredom unemployment Dreams are extinguished However around them it circulates it lives It also succeeds Women they work and pass without even seeing them And there are more and more strollers Dozens of strollers Even the younger generation is already parents What if that was the solution the way out of a universe without a future No one takes Mohamed seriously And yet By opening against the general opinion a wild nursery by offering working women to keep their babies Mohamed and his friends will offer themselves a future a job respect for all and who knows maybe love